Driving and Being Driven

I like being a passenger in the front seat.

Though I do like driving, being behind the wheel have always been a very stressful experience. Keeping an eye on the speedometer, on blind spots, on the rear mirror, on the side mirrors, on the car in front ... feet turning cold, hands turning clammy. (i need to wear gloves when i'm driving) So I'd much gladly let others drive me around.

That frees me to look out the window and watch the world pass me by. :)

Recently, my friend's bf got a new car. She has been ranting about the way he drives. She's a new driver, so go figure. apparently he doesn't check blind spots, doesn't signal, brake too suddenly, etcetcetc.

But for me, I like to let my "driver" take control. Even if he drives recklessly (like the cab driver in Taiwan).

Many passengers often make the mistake of telling the driver what to do. Watch out for the cyclist! Amber! Eh, never signal! Slow down! etcetcetc.

I believe that as a passenger, if i can't trust the fella behind the wheel and let him/her control the vehicle, i should jolly well not take the ride. Well, afterall if he's still alive driving me around, he must have certain abilities, and is well deserving of my faith in him.

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There's only 1 person i want to drive me around the rest of my life. In his car, i'm safe and warm. I know i'd reach my destination. Despite the occasional storms and hailstones and winds howling outside, he'd navigate the car along the slippery roads slowly but carefully. He'd be there to share the wonderful view of the sun rising across the horizon, the rainbow spread across the sky. Sometimes we'd go through valleys, and sometimes winding up the hills. He'd be the best companion ever, because he'd listen to my complaints, my whining, my life. He'd listen as I hum and sing along the way. He'd let me close my eyes and rest when I'm tired from the ride, and let him bring me to my destination.

But for him, i always make the mistake of telling him where to go, how to go where i wanna go. I keep telling him to make stops along the way for things I like. Can we stop at Macs? Can we go visit that park? Can we go feed the ducks? Hey, let's stop to take photos! Can we go shopping at the mall? And he's ever so patient. He just smiles at me. Sometimes he says yes and allows me my way. Sometimes he'd say no. He'd remind us that we're on our journey. Sometimes he'd say...maybe later. Maybe we'd stop at the next Macs instead.

I always forget that he's the one with the map. He's the one who knows where we're going. Sometimes I even get fed up that it's taking so damn long to reach my destination. But when I see how far he's brought me, and what he's got me through, I am reminded that I ought to trust him more, and let him do his thing.

Afterall, he really does know best. That's why i'm in his car right?

Since i've climbed into his car and let him take the wheel. That's what I ought to do. Let him drive.

I'm still on the roads. It's still a long long journey.